Going for gold

Operation “Get my life back on track” started with a visit to Scotland for my interview to volunteer at the Glasgow Commonwealth Games.

My best friend, Janey, and I decided to go for a couple of days as she had a friend nearby that she hadn’t seen in years.

The start of our journey was hampered by Janey’s dodgy directions, a tractor, a recycling lorry and a funeral procession. But in no time we were tarted up in duty free and sat on Sleazy Jet bound for Edinburgh guzzling G & T’s and Bacardi. By the time we landed we were like a couple of giggling teenagers.

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We stayed in the Caravel Guest House about 10 minutes walk from the city centre. It was clean, comfortable and run by a lovely and welcoming young couple.

Day 2 was interview day so I boarded the express train to Glasgow while Janey went off to meet her long lost friend. Luckily Commonwealth Games HQ was a short walk from the station and as quick as a flash I was welcomed in and processed by an army of volunteers. The interview went extremely well but I will have to wait a while longer before I know if I get the chance to rub Usain Bolt’s leg.

Unfortunately I didn’t get the express train back and seemed to stop at every station in Scotland! ¬†After what seemed like an eternity, I eventually met up with Janey and her friend Nicky and we managed to spend the best part of 4 hours chatting, drinking wine and eating cream teas.

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Day 3 was dedicated to sightseeing on Royal Mile, finding a cafe that served Neaps and Tatties and staying out of the relentless rain.


We had a fabulous time away and it was just what I needed to try and put my troubles behind me and forget about them for a while.


Attack of the Turkish love rat

It’s my sad duty to announce the end of operation “Get Hasan to the UK”, my quest to help get my Turkish husband a visa to live in England with me.

I have too much dignity to write about the details but suffice to say I have been betrayed in the cruelest possible way. A month ago I discovered that for the last year my marriage has been a lie and the more I hear, I fear that the last five years have been a sham. The focus and aims of the last eighteen months have been destroyed.

At first I was devastated and heartbroken, but now I feel so angry at him, at her and at myself for being foolish enough to trust him for so long.

What shocks me the most is that I didn’t see it coming because I have been so blinded by love and working hard to help him get here.

The reason for this post? certainly not to slag off Turkish men, there must be some good ones somewhere.

I wanted to share what has happened as so many of my merry band of followers have supported me throughout this quest with lovely comments.

The name of my blog “Back to life” has taken on a new meaning now, originally it was a journey of recovery from illness to the land of working and living. Now I have another journey to make, to rebuild my life and move on.

I have fantastic support from my family and friends, they have been invaluable throughout this first month when the hurt was unbearable. I’m sure with their continued love and care I will get through this.